JOHN BELUSHI Lyrics (English Translation) – Noyz Narcos

[Intro]
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Sine, dr-dr-drop that s*it

[Verse 1]
Money come, money go
Bones from the sarcophagus
Bloody bills rain down, let’s vamonos
On a white Bronco or a white Uno
That comes at you, your face turns white
I galvanize my buddy, on the cast iron he pushes like a God
When my rap pumps in the headphones

I take three Percocets
Laurent-Perrier in my backstage
Bury me in a gold chain and JustDate
Right hand love, left hand hate
That life is short, it’s already late, cheers, mate
That I make your watch and I don’t even notice
I’ll bring it to you later, still at the top of this dirty game

[Chorus]
Come Hell Billy goes to Bushwick
True story, no bulls*it
The lights blind me, John Belushi
My Lady Luck, hot like Bellucci
They invite me to parties, John Belushi
I wear Umbro, not Gucci
I eat sushi in my tushi
Fu*k you, report me, John Belushi
I’m not showing up at your fu*king event
I stayed at the Russian bar

[Verse 2]
Scum, city ba*tards, the last pearl of the 70s
In my area, my mother is a saint
Tom Collins, s’affaire and Fanta
Chuck Taylor and D!ckies

That near my house you say: “Where the fu*k do you live?”
Enter my movie
Jimmy Conway opens Cadillac and explodes
When Sine and Noyz cook s*it as a couple
It demolishes you when it hits you on first listen
You end up in a cliff with your Urus upside down
I’m born Street Goonies
We’re inappropriate at your big s*itty gala
The substances you take
OG suicide style, my sick side s*it
Ready to fu*k up your set wherever you are

[Chorus]
Like Hell Billy goes to Bushwick
True story, no bulls*it
The lights blind me, John Belushi
My blindfolded goddess hot like Bellucci
They invite me to parties, John Belushi
I wear Umbro, not Gucci
I eat sushi in my tushi
Fu*k you, report me, John Belushi
I’m not showing up at your fu*king event
I stayed at the Russian bar, John Belushi